Lunch with the Contessa

Have lunch with the Contessa today at the diner on the corner. Am just biting into cheeseburger (cheese on both side of meat) when ask jokingly How married life is treating her. She blanches perceptibly and knocks over glass of water. Water falls mostly in my lap for which I am apologized to by both the Contessa and the waitress, but it is clear that there is little to be done but wait. By time attention can be paid to meal, burger nearly as cold as thighs. The Contessa apologizes again and says that living with the New Man is Great. Feel that she would use a much less firm word if she were actually happy, but expect that all will come out in the end. Instead we talk about show on Bravo called Million Dollar Listing about real estate agents in Los Angeles. We both appalled by the bahavior of all involved. But LA very pretty. They have yards, the Contessa says with feeling. When get back to the office, Libby is thankfully distracted by copy machine brochure and does not make comment on pants.